The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1887-11-19


thought had got it that time, and
hadn't Where is it gone? Oh, there it
Els, under the currant bush. Now, Janet,
throw it very, very slowly, and I'll come
a bit nearer, ike this Then came cry
OF delight perfect shriek-to announce
that Miss Daisy's maneuvre had succeed
ed. "See, see I've caught it | do
believe it is the first time have ever
caught ball which any one threw me in
all my life. must run in and tell man.
my"
"NO, Miss Daisy" says Janet, ''you
mustn't be running in to disturb your
mamma. She's not so well this morning,
and very like she's trying to sleep"
"Oh, very WE'LL I'll tell Bridget and
Ellen instead Dear things they bore
the journey very well didn't they? l
thought this morning that Bridget was
looking little pale, so 1 gave her some
'nesia, and she's all right again now. They
both look quite well, don't they, Janet
dear?"
aWell, yes, Miss Daisy" said Janet,
"they look much as usual. Dolls gener-
ally do, think, until some one drops them
and breaks them, or their paint gets worn
| off.
sOh, Janet How can you n cried Daisy.
'sYou talk as if Bridget and Ellen had no
feeling and its very unkind of you, when
you know they understand all you say.
Why, mamma says they're quite comp'ny
for me-"
Then there was violent sound of kiss
ing-to console the insulted doll, Isuppos-
ed-before the game of ball was resumed.
A minute or two later | heard cry of
dismay.
"There, Janet, I've thrown my dear ball
over the wall into the next garden it went
just here. Oh, Janet, what shall l do ?
You'll have to go round to the front door,
and say that little girl has thrown her
ball over, and may you 60 to look for it. !"
II think l hear some one in the garden, "
said Janet 81 can call, and save myself
the journey"
"Oh," cried Daisy eagerly, ''perhaps it's
a little girl, like me, who has no one to
play with and we might have game of
bali together over the wall and then, don't t
you know, she would never see how often
I missed catching, because of the wall.
In answer to Janet's call, went and
looked for Miss Daisys treasure-a great
leather ball-which | found under one of
my rose trees, from which it had broken
two beautiful young shoots clean off.
Much annoyed, | threw 1t back.
''Thank YOU" called Janet.
"Thank you little girl, screamed Daisy.
''Thanks, so much. Shall throw it back ?
Shall We have game together ?"
And before l could answer the ball land
ed on another choice flower,
This was too much for my patience. |
called out angrily: "There are no little
girls here, only an old man and if you
send your ball again among my flowers LII
throw it into the dust bin, and you shall
never see it again.
'Oh, Janet" said Daisy, in an awe-strick
en- tone, ''it is not little child, it's an old
man, and isn't he awful cross ?"
"Hush, Miss Daisy, perhaps you've bro
ken something"
II hope Eve broken nothing, old man,
cried Daisy ''but you needn't be quite so
cross if 1 have didn't do it for mischief.
Fancy" she went on to Janet, "saying he
would put up my best ball, which that kind
man in the hotel gave me, into the dust bin.
How l should have cried And the dust
man would..have taken it home to his chill
dren, and the children would have said;
What heap of playthings the child must
have who could throw away such bewful
ball. Dear me my precious ball, what
narrow escape you've had y
That evening the young ladies at Num-
ber Seven had company. Every now and
then a tall, thin curate came to spent the
evening with them. On such occasions
the piano had plenty of work, and l had
hard time.
They displayed their skill in "pieces,
in which were great many fireworks, the
fireworks being generally represented by
crash of false notes, They played duets,
in which they constantly left off to "get
right" could scarcely resist the impulse
to beat time on the wall between my room
aud theirs. Then theysang The curate's
principal effort was "Nancy Lee" which
he gave solemnly and rather slowly as if
he were afraid Of committing himself if he
put any spirit into the performance.
After this, with more or less stumbling,
came ''Tom Bowling" then "Come into
the garden, Maud and then grand wind
up Of vocal duets and trios.
During these musical assaults on my
peace | had only one means Of self-defense
my violoncello-and to that was
obliged to resort. was every bit as lame
performer on my side of the partition as
as they were on theirs, only | never began
the attack l made my noise to deafen
my ears to theirs.
That evening, as they kept UP their en-
tertainment until midnight, with only a
short break for supper, was Obliged to
have a very long practice. grew more
than weary, but couldn't sit still and lis
ten to them. That would have been too
much, went on as long as they did.
The next morning, as sat reading my
paper after breakfast, enter Simpson, with
awhats-going g-to-happen-next?" express
sion on her face.
1hO JOuhS PSASOh AtOti hSAe NOOA
from Number Five-wishes to speak to
you, Sir,'' she said, while the young person
followed her into the room.
Janet was neat looking maid, not at
all like the smart young women whe usual
ly followed the fortunes of my pomadic
neighbors.
aIf you please, Sir" she began, drop
ping an old-fashioned curtsey as she spoke.
81 must beg pardon for the liberty | am
taking. If you please, Sir, my mistress is
too i'll to bear quite so much noise at night,
and if you could leave fddling little ear
lier in the evening it would be deal bet
ter for her, poor thing y
She spoke very respectfully, but decid-
edly, as if she had no doubts of her right
to make such complaint. could scarcely
help smiling to think that l should be COM
planned of as noisy neighbor, after all
had silently endured during the past ten
years.
"My GIRL" l said, somewhat sarcastical-
ly, 'your mistress has sent you to the wrong
house. If she wants quiet evenings she